White Chocolate Covered Strawberries by Lisa Maryland
Copyright © 2010 by Lisa Maryland
At about 4pm, I received a text message from John that said:
-How about I come by your office tonight and you can try and stay professional while I try to be naughty. ~J.
I could hardly concentrate. The sexual tension between John and I had been building ever since we met three months ago on a cold winter night for our first date. I had wanted to be with him since that night. After dinner, he walked me to my car, we said goodbye, hugged, and then he gave me some of the sweetest kisses that has ever touched my lips. I wanted to take him home with me, but I was a bit shy about expressing my feelings. Besides, we had just met. But I knew that my feelings were very intense. And his sweet kisses left me constantly fantasizing about him and gave me a strong desire to explore unknown territory.
-LOL, glad we’re still on for dinner tonite. Someone’s being a bad boy, do u like toys? ~Lisa
-Don’t have any, but would love to watch u play! ~J.
-Hmmm, and I know ure gonna be tired from working all day and will need a massage, do u prefer oil or lotion? ~Lisa
John had initially approached me in an online “interracial” dating site. He sent me an e-mail with the word “Amazing” in the subject line. His e-mail expressed how my profile impressed him, including how wonderful he thought it was that I was pursuing a career as a writer. Was this guy serious? Most of the guys that e-mailed me on this site had approached me by telling me their sexual fantasies or asking me if I wanted to get a hotel room. Many were white men that either had sexual fetishes for black women, or only wanted to “try” us out. But John’s approach was different, he was completely sincere.
-Ure cute. Actually, I’ve never had either. I’m curious about lotion though. ~J.
I began to think about my first meeting with John. We had dinner and drinks at one of my favorite seafood restaurants and it seemed like we talked for hours. The restaurant manager finally had to make us leave because they were trying to close up. I was drawn to his quiet, sweet and compassionate nature, which was different from the guys I was used to dating. I felt an instant connection to him and an overall attraction that I hoped was returned, but was a bit unsure.
Although I had a wonderful time with John that first night, I have to admit that we were very different people; him being a tall, slender, white man, and me being an average height, bronze skinned voluptuous beauty. He is from the north side of Chicago Chicago
It is this societal influence that prompted me to deny my attraction to men outside of my race for most of my life. The truth is that I have always been more attracted to white men than black men, and had only recently admitted it. Actually, I never pursued an interracial relationship or interracial hook-up until now. But John actually preferred dating outside his race, and I could tell he had a sweet spot for black women, when he told me once in an e-mail, “I had an ex that used to cook me collard greens, black eyed peas, and sweet potatoes sometimes…I miss that.”
But this whole thing was new to me.
I wanted to make sure that the connection I felt to John wasn’t something I had conjured up in my head. So a few days after we first met, I sent him an e-mail telling him I had a “naughty inappropriate dream about him.” He replied by describing in detail the things he would like to do about that naughty inappropriate dream that involved my “thick thighs and beautiful curves.” His directness surprised me. And I think it surprised him too because he had often described himself as being “sweet and innocent.”
Several months of sexually charged e-mails continued, but we could never find the time for another date. He was always traveling for work, and I was at my office most of the time, working on magazine articles, book proposals, and manuscripts. But tonight, on this uncharacteristically warm March evening in Chicago
-Curious about lotion, huh? Ure in luck, do u like strawberries?~Lisa
-Yes. ~J.
-Just got this strawberry flavored lotion that heats your skin when I give u a massage. ~Lisa
-That sounds hot. ~J.
-And it gets even hotter when I blow. ;-) ~Lisa
-OMG! Bring it tonite and don’t forget your toys! ;-) ~J.
-K. See u tonite! ~Lisa
I thought about our text message exchange for a minute. He mentioned wanting to try a massage with lotion. What was he saying? Had he never received a massage from a girl? From what I could tell, John was definitely a shy guy. He told me he had always been a bit of an introvert, but was recently beginning to come out his shell. I could relate because I am a bit shy as well. This is why flirting through e-mails and texts were so easy for the both of us. But the bedroom was another story.
Once I decided to be intimate with a guy, I was nowhere near dominant, but I knew what things I liked and how I liked to play. I was into toys, massage oils and lotions, and was always going to sex toy parties, so much so that my friends called me the “sex toy groupie.” I had no problems using toys and pleasing myself. In fact, I was really excited about trying this new strawberry flavored warming lotion that I purchased at a recent party. However, a massage lotion that warms and gets hotter when you blow on it is just no fun trying alone.
And now I was thinking that John may have never had an oil or lotion massage from a girl, so he was beginning to sound like a prude. But I didn’t care; he was a prude I was fiercely attracted to, so I could work with that. The sexual tension had built up for too long. The plan was for us to meet for dinner tonight, but I had a few things in mind other than dinner. This time, I was determined to get what I wanted.
After I sent the last text confirming the date, I left the office, went home, showered, and put on some of my sexiest underwear, a lacy red push up bra with matching red panties. I slipped on a pair of jeans that accentuated my full figure and thick ass, and a tight blouse that showed enough cleavage for interest. My makeup was complete seductress, red lipstick and smoky eyes. I was on a mission.
I grabbed my lipstick, a couple of condoms, bullet vibrator, and of course the strawberry lotion, threw it all in my purse and left out with a plan in mind of how I was going to seduce John. As I began my drive to the restaurant, I started to fantasize. Yes, I would start by telling him to lie on his stomach while I pulled out the strawberry lotion. Then I would gently massage it in gentle circles up and down his back and watch him relax as it heated up. I would show him how it could get even hotter by blowing and kissing his back and making him squirm even more.
Since he is so shy, I knew I would have to be the aggressor in this situation. I wanted to make him feel comfortable with me, because I figured I would have to teach him how to please me in the ways that I craved. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. It had been way too long for me, and the past few months of “electronic flirting” had been torture.
We chose to have dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant in walking distance from his apartment. I arrived at the restaurant around 7pm and he arrived a few minutes after me, looking trendy in a brown leather blazer, jeans, and sweater. After apologizing for being late, he got us a table and we began to enjoy each other just like before. Laughing, talking and flirting over wine and enjoying a tray full of Ethiopian prepared food that we ate with our hands. Just like before, it was turning into the greatest evening.
But then something surprised me. I had been thinking all night that I was going to have to make the first move, when John looked at me with a shy grin and said, “Lisa, I would like to show you my apartment.”
“Okay,” I replied. But of course I’m thinking I want you to show me more than your apartment.
We left the restaurant and since he had walked, we both got in my car and drove the few minutes around the corner to his apartment. His apartment was small, like one of those places that the living room, dining room, and kitchen all kind of merged. The bedroom was set apart from all of that, or maybe it was just what I was looking for first. But it appeared cozy. When we came in, I dropped my purse on the floor by the door and we made ourselves comfortable on his living room couch.
After a few glasses of wine, John turns to me and comments, “I remember from one of your e-mails that you got a new tattoo.”
“I did, a couple of weeks ago.”
“Can I see it?”
“Well, it’s on my back. On the back of my neck. I would have to take my blouse off for you to see it.”
I lied.
“Then take it off,” he says.
Did he just tell me to take off my blouse?
I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and felt chills as I let it slide down my skin and completely removed it. I turned my back to him and lifted up my hair so he could see the tattoo, which was a small tiger face on the back of my neck. He traced it with his finger.
“It’s cute,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“So where’s this magic, heating strawberry lotion you were telling me about?” he asked.
“In my purse with some other goodies.”
“Go get the lotion.”
Now I was nervous. What the hell was going on here? Where the hell was my purse? Oh, I dropped it…yes, by the door I think, when we first came in. I stumbled, partially clothed, over to the door to get my purse…should I pull out the lotion and the vibrator? Or will it be too much…go slow, Lisa, he is a shy guy…don’t want to freak him out.
After fumbling through my purse and finally finding the lotion, I turn around and John was no longer on the couch. He had moved into the bedroom and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I got the…lotion,” I said.
“Bring it here, and sit next to me.”
Damn. At this point I’m thinking this quiet, shy, compassionate prune was about to rock my world.
He squeezed a few drops of lotion into his left hand, vigorously rubbed both hands together and sat behind me with both of his long legs straddled around me. He began softly massaging my neck, shoulders, and upper back. I wasn’t sure if it was the warmth of his touch or the heat of the lotion, but whatever it was, it made my body melt.
“Your shoulders are tight,” he said softly, “you must have a lot of stress.”
I couldn’t speak.
Then he brushed my hair to the side, so my neck was exposed and began kissing me right on the spot where my tattoo was. For some reason, something about him “kissing my tiger” was extremely erotic.
He kissed my left shoulder, and rubbed his unshaven face against it and whispered, “you smell good. And you taste like strawberries now.”
I had chills going up and down my spine and all I could say was, “thanks.”
His soft gentle hands continued caressing my aching body as he moved his hands down to my thighs, massaging them inside and out as if he were savoring every luscious curve. Seemingly in one motion, he unbuttoned my pants, reached inside and felt my now soaking wet panties. Then he sneaked his fingers under my panties and began caressing the wetness that had probably been building up for months.
“Oh my gosh, why are you so wet?”
All I could say was, “I don’t…know…guess it’s you…’cause of you.”
I had been stumbling and fumbling, and now I was babbling.
“Let’s take these jeans off,” he said.
He took my pants off and threw them to the side. He licked his fingers, put his hand in my panties, and began to tease my throbbing clit with his middle finger. When my clit had his attention, he put two fingers inside of my pussy, slowly curving them to massage my spot while going deeper and deeper.
He told me to lie back and reluctantly took his fingers out of my pussy with a goal to finish undressing me. I helped him with my bra hook and then took my bra off to expose my C-cups as he took one in each hand and softly teased my nipples. My panties were the next to go so that he could get back to business. He grabbed the lotion again and put a few drops on my belly and massaged my stomach with his left hand and easily found my dripping wet pussy with his right hand, and with the concentration of an artist slipped his two fingers back inside. He began to press lightly and blow on my stomach, which activated more heat through my body, while his finger thrusts inside my pussy got quicker and harder.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes…yes.”
Several thrusts later, my body was out of control. My g-spot explosion came without warning and the next thing I knew I was shivering and shuddering and pulsating with his fingers still inside of me.
“Mmmm,” he said, “it was nice watching you cum. What else do you like?”
I couldn’t speak. My legs were still trembling. He took his fingers out of my pussy, and I grabbed his hands and sucked the fingers that had been inside of me. I had been consumed. I think this pleased him. And then I realized; this man still has his clothes on.
It was my turn now.
“Are you hard yet?”
“Just about,” he said.
What?? “Take off your pants,” I asserted, “I want to taste you.”
He stood up and took his jeans and boxers off, and I helped him with everything else. His body looked so lovely to me. I slowly ran my hands across his smooth, milky white skin.
John smiled and said, “I wonder how it would feel if you put the lotion on my cock?”
I smiled back, “I wonder how it will taste?”
I gently pushed him back on the bed and began stroking his nice-sized cock, feeling it get harder with every stroke. He handed me the lotion. I put a few drops in my left hand, rubbed both hands together and lubricated his cock. I could feel the heat rising from his throbbing cock and the warmth of the lotion. I had to taste him. I began by teasing and tasting the tip of his cock with my tongue and savoring every bit of pre-cum that was mixed in with the moistness of the lotion. I lowered my mouth over his entire cock and took all of him in.
His taste, along with the taste of strawberries, and heat from the lotion made me ravenous as I sucked and licked, slurped, and gagged. I could hear his moans of satisfaction and pleasure, while he reached between my legs and teased my pussy. I hesitantly stopped because I didn’t want him to cum inside of my mouth; I wanted to feel him throb inside of my pussy.
I took one last strawberry-filled slurp of his cock and sat up. He got up with me and faced me on the bed and put both hands around my face and gave me a passionate kiss. There was something about the taste of strawberries, his tongue, and his cock that was absolutely divine.
I lay down on the bed, and he stared down at me for a minute as if he were admiring a beautiful painting. “You have a body like a goddess. And these legs are nice,” he said as he rubbed lotion up and down my legs, “you should wear more skirts.”
I would never wear pants again.
He took a condom out of a box in a stash he had in his dresser by the bed. Effortlessly, he slipped the condom on, then licked his hands and touched my pussy as if he were confirming that it was ready for his cock. Then he positioned himself on top and plunged himself into my ready and willing pussy.
His stroke was not fast, but steady, concentrated, and hard. But I wanted him to go harder because I wanted to feel all of him inside of me; I wanted him to fill me up with as much of himself that he could. So I cupped my hands around his tight ass and pressed him deeper inside of me and whispered, “harder, John.” Immediately he began pounding my pussy and I began screaming with pleasure. There were several “fuck me John’s” that came out, and after each one, his stroke got harder.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
I obeyed and turned over on my hands and knees, and put my ass up in the air to give him a clear view of my pussy from that angle.
“Beautiful. Oh my God, this ass…” he said.
I giggled like a teenager. He massaged my ass with more lotion, rubbing it as if it were a genie in a bottle. Then he fucked my pussy hard from behind, all the while spanking, rubbing, and admiring the jiggle of my backside. My screaming and moaning got so loud, he thought he was hurting me.
“Is it too hard for you?”
“No, I like it hard,” I said breathless.
“I like this too much, I’m trying to hang on, turn back over.”
I positioned myself on my back for us to enjoy the missionary position again. He glided on top of me and kissed my lips and teased my nipples with his tongue as he entered me again. It wasn’t long before I reached my second orgasm of the night. And soon after, I felt his stroke stop and his moans turn to quiet ecstasy as he nervously began to shudder. He looked up at me shyly after every shudder, as if he was embarrassed for the pleasure he felt. He kept jerking as if to get every bit of cum out of his body.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sensitive,” he said.
Seriously? This guy was really turning me on with this sweet and innocent stuff.
John collapsed on top of me and I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. I continued caressing his smooth skin, as if I was tracing his entire body with my fingers, as his head rest on my right breast. I glanced over and smiled at the half empty bottle of lotion on the bed.
I kissed his forehead and said, “I thought you were supposed to be all sweet and innocent.”
“I am, but you corrupted me with your strawberry hot lotion, and anyway, I didn’t have dessert at dinner tonight. Did I ever tell you that my favorite dessert is chocolate covered strawberries?”
I smiled and said, “We should have had dessert first. Besides, I’ve heard white chocolate covered strawberries are much sweeter.”
[THE END]
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What a great story. I could not wait to see what happened next and always say, "It is the quiet ones you have to watch."
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